#delimas

[2500dollarmagikarp]

Its not entirely unusual for different names to develop for similar- or 'the same'- holiday in different places around the world! You can see something similar with Luvdisc Day VS Valentine's Day. I suspect Arcmas, like the term Valentine's Day, is more popular in more heavily religious areas (even if the person using the term is not religious themselves).

While we're talking about this holiday's origins though, here's another facet to it I don't see much talk of:

I've heard some regions have a fairytale (for lack of better term) related to the holiday about a Grimmsnarl. It roughly says that on Chrismas, if children are naughty, instead of a Delibird visiting, a Grimmsnarl will bring a band of Morgrem and Impidimp with it to prank the naughy child and ransack their home.

I assume this fairytale was simply born out of Impidimp's inclination to do this- break into people's homes to prank them- but if anyone from a region where this fable is more popular has any additional knowledge on why and how it got started, I'd love to hear it!

Why do so many people call it Arcmas?

It’s called Chrismas.

It was invented by Professor Chris Evergreen after discovering Delibirds.

Maybe y’all have a similar holiday in other regions but. It isn’t the same at all?? Please stop erasing Chrismas guys

[the-cal-zone]

Go to sleep or make homemade punk studs..... Choices, choices....

[pocketramblr]

AU where Midoriya has a mind control Quirk

Again, leaving me so many loopholes to play with...

1- Midoriya Hisashi never had a fire breathing quirk. What he had was a mind control quirk that let him manipulate what people remembered or thought. So begins a very bad relationship for Inko, who definitely remembers her husband has a fire breathing quirk. Unfortunately, she can't even think about leaving him.

2- Hisashi realized that Izuku if didn't inherit his mother's quirk, it was very likely he'd inherit his, which... Would not be good for him. So he made sure Inko and Izuku remembered an appointment and that Izuku was quirkless.

3- "won't this be a problem if izuku has a mental quirk too"- yeah and he does. Since he's not using it actively, Izuku's effect on people is kinda... Subtle, undirected, and subconscious. Everyone in Izuku's class wants to be a hero, every year, when in the rest of the school, every other class only has about half the kids who aspire to heroism, and only a third who do so seriously. No one in their class stands up to Bakugo, even though plenty of them are annoyed because they don't like him and don't feel nearly as intimidated by him when they're out of school.

4- Izuku's quirk even effects Hisashi- izuku sees him as a deadbeat who's one redeeming quality is sending money every month, and so that's what sticks long after he has any of his own desire to play with those relationships

5- "hey so will OfA uh, make problems with that?" Yeah so Toshinori is unaffected by the quirk for the same reason they're protected from brainwashing,,, but,,, once he has OfA suddenly Izuku's thoughts are far more influential than before, and finally people start to notice the change.

[your-ne1ghbor]

Me: I shouldn't kill off Flazino if he ends up in the story, it will probably be way too heart-renching...

Also Me: BUT THE PARASITES-

He is a pretty interesting character that would be fun to explore! ....

BUT THE PARASITES SAYS I HAVE TO KILL HIM

[missdcalls]

it doesn't take a genius to figure out that joseph is drunk. it was nearly two in the morning and he was just now returning to his room. after five minutes of struggling to unlock the door with the key card, he finally stumbles in. it's dark in the room and if he squints enough, he can make a figure sleeping peacefully underneath covers. without any warning (or thinking on joey's part, for that matter) he flicks on the light, no doubt disturbing margot. it's like for a moment he forgets he's sharing a room (and a bed) as he makes his way over, flopping down onto the mattress. after a few seconds he looks over at the woman besides him. "oh, shit. when did you get here?" // @persephonyed

[angelmolotovv]

Ok what if I make more angsty autumn art but like

I do it in that “it’s you, despite everything, it’s still you” thing (art trend?) where they’re looking in the mirror with a before and after of 🔥🔥🔪🔪edginess lore and such🔥🔥🔪🔪🔪

[quackle]

my fav part of jackson's diary 98 was when [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] freaking [REDACTED] but i am also scared about the [REDACTED] because what if the [REDACTED] only happened because of the [REDACTED]??? THEN WHAT??????? 😭

[axratsffxivwrite]

FFXIV Write Day 20 - Duel (In Her Footsteps)

They had fallen back to Nalbina.

Dalmasca's impenetrable fortress remained, as ever, the first and final line of defense for the kingdom. The paling shield above glistened in the night as the Garlean's aerial assault tried in vain to break through. Steel clashed against steel time and time again in a cacophony of chaos and destruction that echoed across the entire fortress.

Qestra's Vieran magic sailed ahead of them into the courtyard, sending dust and debris into the visors of their assailants. Kutok covered her, using his Bangaan size to sweep far and wide with his polearm. His efforts bought her space as she scrambled to recover the wounded and drag them back to safety.

Delima Trelik caught a Garlean sword with her shield, deflecting it aside. She stepped forward, thrust her blade under the enemy's helmet, then cast him aside for the next. She snapped an order to the men at her side and together they raised their shields and pressed forward to hold the line and give Qestra the cover she needed to work.

Six months besieged, while the rest of Dalmasca burned and strained under invading boots, did not sit right with her. Something had to give, someone had to break. She trusted the crown and the captain to have a plan, to do something, but gods preserve her she knew not what that plan could possibly be now.

Every moment on the line felt line an eternity. Her limbs began to ache. Her legs threatened to give out. Still she fought on. They all fought on, even as friend and foe alike fell around them.

She tried not to look down to the dead or dying.

She didn't want to know who was lost, who Qestra couldn't save.

The Garlean line surged. Delima traded blow-for-blow with an opposing swordsman, blocking his every move as he blocked hers. As men and women fell be side her, as Qestra scrambled to save those she could, she held the line.

The Garlean thrust his blade forward.

She deflected it with the flat of her own.

He came at her with his shield. She caught it with her own, even as her boots slid against the stone.

She lunged forward.

He ducked aside and thrust his own sword.

She felt pain.

Delima let out a choked cry as the blade slid between the scales of her armor and buried deep within her side. The Garlean tore it free and she stumbled back, clutching the wound as blood poured onto the stone beneath her feet. Her foot slipped.

She fell.

He raised his blade for the killing blow.

She raised her shield in vain hope.

Kutok's halberd swept overhead and down into the soldier's helmet, cracking it wide open.

Qestra grasped under her arms and dragged her back away from the fray as Kutok covered their escape. Once the line was closed once more, he hurried along after.

Delima glanced down to her wound, deep and oozing. Cold seeped into her bones.

She felt no fear.

Only calm.

Qestra pulled her aside into an alcove near the stairs that led up to the fortress wall. Kutok knelt beside them and placed his hand over Delima's wound, applying firm, painful pressure. Bright, shining aether gathered in Qestra's hand as she reached out to mend the wound, but Delima pushed her hand away.

"There's nothing you can do." She stated softly.

Kutok hissed, "Qestra…"

Qestra grimaced and averted her gaze, letting her hand fall. Instead, she placed her hand on Delima's shoulder, then looked her in the eyes and inclined her head.

"It's been an honor, old friend."

Kutok objected, "Qestra!"

Delima ordered, "go, Qestra. Save those left to save."

Qestra set her jaw, reluctance clear across her face. Delima reached up her hand and placed it upon her shoulder in return.

"Our people need you to pick them up when they fall." She urged, her voice growing strained. "Go. Be there for them."

Qestra offered one final nod. She reached up her hand to gently squeeze Delima's, then swiftly pulled away. In a moment, she was gone, already darting off with that swiftness Viera were known for.

Kutok's gaze snapped from her back to Delima, horror setting in on his expression.

"No," he growled, "no, you stay with me. You understand? We do not give up."

"Kutok," she sighed. She let her hand fall to rest atop his, over her wound. Warm blood oozed from between his fingers and pooled between then.

"Delima, no."

"It is over for me, Kutok." She told him softly. "Find Adi for me? She… she was in Rabanastre when all this started. She will need looking after."

He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut. He let out a pained hiss.

Despite his denial, he promised, "I will find her."

Delima let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you."

She gently pulled his hand away from her wound. He resisted.

"You only delay the inevitable. Let me go. Qestra needs you now."

He removed his hand and let her blood spill upon the stone. He placed it over her breastplate instead and looked her in the eyes.

She felt so cold as she stared back.

Kutok inhaled deeply and intoned with shaking, hissed prayer, "blessings of the Great Father descend and… guide your body's return to the Earth..."

She felt so, so tired, and yet… so peaceful. Strange, to be so unafraid of the very thing she had fought so hard to avoid.

His voice cracked as he continued. "…Great Father, guide your spirit's return to the Mother of All. There, you shall… find peace…"

As the world began to fade, she could not help but think that she already had.

Decades later, Marsil Trelik marched on Castrum Amicitia. His people were bruised and bloodied from the long siege but they had fight in them yet.

He barked orders above the din of the battle. Spellfire shot overhead in response, Viola's conjured bolder flew over their forces and careened into the Garlean line, clearing the path for his team to march upon the central courtyard. He readily led the charge, bringing down his blade on the throat of a fallen legion soldier.

Another soldier charged at him. Marsil caught the blow on his shield, staring face-to-face with the man's helmet. Behind the mask, a familiar voice snarled.

"You bastard! You traitor!"

Hello to you, too, Servius.

Marsil tore his blade from the dead man's throat and growled back, "I am a traitor to no one, my blood has always run Dalmascan red."

"Then I will spill it for all to see."

Marsil shoved him back and lunged forward. Servius jumped back, only to advance with a downward swipe of his own. Marsil caught it on the flat of his blade and deflected it, smashing his shield into Servius's chest.

He called upon his aether to manifest a searing light that burned across Servius's armor. The soldier howled in pain and rage, lunging for him once more. Marsil side-stepped and slammed the pommel of his sword into the back of Servius's helmet.

Servius staggered. Marsil spun around and swung for his neck. He pivoted, raising his blade to lock with Marsil's own.

Marsil braced, drawing on his aether to hold firm against Servius's pureblood strength. Even as his arms and shoulders ached, he remained rooted in place.

Servius snarled, "damn… mutt…"

His voice strained, Marsil replied, "you know your wife hates it when you call me that."

Servius let out a furious roar as he shoved Marsil back with all his might. Marsil back-stepped with the momentum, keeping to his feet.

Aware that the Garlean line was now behind him, Marsil charged forward. Servius stepped into an upper cut. Marsil ducked beneath it. He twisted to face Servius once more.

As Servius turned, Marsil feinted low.

Servius twisted his blade down to block low.

Marsil slashed high, his blade sweeping across Servius's throat. Blood spewed forth from the gaping wound. Servius gurgled and fell to the ground.

Marina never loved you anyway.

Their duel ended, Marsil pressed on.

The Dalmascan line advanced across the courtyard, but one prong in a pincer that saw the Garlean lines buckle. Dalmascan pilots above rained havoc on the walls, and by the time they reached the castrum interior, reinforcements spilled forth from the passages beneath the old fortress.

Across Nalbina, cries of victory and surrender began to echo down the lines.

Rather than celebrate, Marsil returned to the courtyard. He paused, for just a moment, near an alcove by the stairs. He stepped out from the thoroughfare into the small space and crouched down, placing a hand upon the stones. Viola stepped up to his side, her voice gentle.

"Is this the place?"

"Aye," he replied, "must be. Alcove, left of the stairs? Kutok's old, but his memory's good."

"…I will give you a moment."

He inclined his head.

Once Viola excused herself, Marsil sat against the alcove wall, staring up at the stones above his head.

He wondered for a long, hard moment, what those final moments must have felt like for his grandmother, all those years ago.

"…shame we never met." He spoke, as if she could hear him. "I know I'm probably not the man you expected your grandson to be, but… I hope I did you proud."

Even if I have one too many eyes.

"…rest well, Delima. We'll see Dalmasca free for you."

[afarcryfrommymain]

I did not think we would have a tie. Uh- shoulda known-

If @levithestripper and @adelaidedrubman wanna weigh in on this btw go ahead-

[spiderliliez]

Does he know you’re making a PowerPoint right now? HAPPY ENDING (2023) [+] GAITE JANSEN 🌻 [+] LGBTQ 🏳️‍🌈 [+] ..more Dutch Films 🎬

[mielli-miella]

15.02 🥀

[wxndswept]

I wanna write something, but idk what

[thestirringpot]

csc... cloudy sky castles... 4148... funny nymber

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cool ass art username csc4148_...

[pocketramblr]

I tried but couldn't add any words to my "for legal purposes Tensei had to marry Masaki" fic however different idea: au where Masaki and Tensei said they'd marry each other if both reached 30 single, and Masaki is now just like "ah ha he's going to be dating someone in two years tho right. In eighteen months right. In one year right-"

[ednas-apprentice]

How it all started

"I don't do Interns darling, they have no self confidence, no ideas and quite simply get in the way, I don't plan on changing that any time soon"

"I know E, but they need a senior internship, and they like doing this kind of stuff. At worst consider it a personal favor, and you'll never need to see them again after the week."

"I'll consider it, but only because it's you Helen, I wouldn't entertain the thought for anyone else."

"Thank you Edna. For what it's worth I really think you may get along with them."

[missdcalls]

"i must admit, i am surprised you messaged me." especially after how their last encounter had ended. things had gone well until joseph had gotten...weird. as he stood in his own doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, he made a mental note to keep things normal. no more mentions of his ex, regardless of how much marcia looked like her. "did you want to come in?" // @romanticlcver